Ravenswood

In the quiet town of Ravenswood, a haunted music box materialized on doorsteps each midnight. Its ethereal melody seduced those who dared listen, entrapping their souls. Legend spoke of a spectral child, the box's origin. Desperation fueled a mother's dark pact for her lost son's return. Every unsuspecting recipient became a vessel, their faces twisted into hollow masks of despair. Whispers echoed in the night, an eerie chorus of stolen voices. As the cursed music box played on, the town fell silent, its inhabitants reduced to spectral whispers. Ravenswood became a ghostly symphony, forever haunted by the sorrowful tunes of the damned.